Malady - Kroh

Seething allergy,

Hunger inside me,

Seems to desolate

all humanity.

Atrophy, malady

Atrophy, malady

No one’s gonna mend the ill.

Climbing up Golgotha hill.

Crawling out my ears,

Sliding down my spine,

So much senseless death

In the name of what?

Rusty fingernails,

Dragging down the wall.

Silent massacre

In the name of what?

No one’s gonna mend the ill.

Climbing up Golgotha hill.

Atrophy, malady

Atrophy, malady

No one’s gonna mend the ill.

Climbing up Golgotha hill.